Not long ago..., Writing Contest, and Progress [Update]

Really now... Really?
I haven't posted something in maybe 53 days...

I feel like teas is good drink right now...

Most of it was at the birthday party of my cousins' about an hour and a half south from my city, the even more southern part of North America, where the area is filled with "Go to Church or Go to Hell" and "† Jesus Saves †" signs and children who have only read the Holy Bibles Genesis and Exodus (Just the main parts too) or who haven't read any and just follows what their parents say... Sorry if I insulted someone, I don't really mean it, I just don't like it when people don't look at the full scope of something they believe, or just do stuff out of fear. Again, sorry if I insulted someone.

On to what I was saying... My cousin, the main one, is about ten (or eleven... I don't know anymore) and so is his other friends, some maybe twelve, some maybe nine, albeit it was actually fun to be away from technology and relive childhood the way I wanted to turn out, since none of the children actually know me as the others do back at my city, the lonely person who just sat and watched the others play because he didn't like fairy princesses or sports. They encouraged me to play with them, even though they found out I didn't believe in any gods, I hate physical sports, or that I have an unstable physical body. (My cousin and little brother has a big mouth, and not to mention I kept cracking a bone when I walked up a hill and twisted my ankle every time I walked down hill.)

They didn't care about it, even though they hate it, they don't use it as an excuse to hate me.

Anyway, I found something. fear isn't one of those emotions I've been able to control since childhood like how I was with anger, it's one of those emotions where you just don't know anymore.

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I've been busying myself with the annual state writing contest for students. It's completed, posted, and the results shall be here in the middle of May, which annoyed me how time moves so quickly now but slow when you think about it. It went through five drafts and today a classmate found two measly mistakes that I flipped over and smashed my skull against the desks... I forgot to include a word, like: "Are you having good day?" instead, "Are you having a good day?" It's too late to change it now...

Anyway, most people mistaken my thoughts of reason for entering this contest. Some think I just want the money. I just want the thought of having gotten to at least third place.

My story is 38 pages, while many others in my class (that was forced to enter) wrote a one-page poem. I haven't seen any of their entries, but most just stirred something in their heads just because they didn't want anything to jeopardize their grade. I would love to read them, but something is telling me not to, while something is also telling me to let people read mine. I don't know.

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Anyway, the story I entered is called Beelzebub, and pretty much all I can say.

As for the short story collection I had in mind, I'm still thinking of going with it, but I realized I'm no good in horror, just creating dark tales. And I thought about my memoirs, and decided against writing up an autobiography, Child Rage Grows Thickly Kind and Creatures of My Childhood. I've decided to just use those times and make a story based on it, that way, I can choose my own ending and start. And I also have a confession... Beelzebub was based from what was originally Creatures of My Childhood. Only the actual monsters introduced in Beelzebub is true at least in my account of a slight demented and schizophrenic childhood, except for one monster I changed from a Gorgosaurus to a reptilian man. The whole storyline is, however, flop, and by flop, fake.

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Onto the main progress of the collection, I've also decided to change poems into short stories.

I've also spent my time too much on Beelzebub, so I got nothing else actually into much progress... 

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In the end I would like to say this... The yearly gigantic storm is here, and everybody is flipping tables when they haven't noticed it's about time for the storm to have happened. Well, at least then the garbage can from the neighborhood behind me hasn't flown by the wind uphill, down a block, and flooded downhill in front of the building I live in like last year...